The tree is being cut down it has no choice in the matter. If someone is coming at you with an axe, you can run away. The tree has to stand there and take it. The tree is rooted; bound to that one spot; there is no escape, none, never was.
Do you ever wonder if the tree feels the axe cut into it?
Does it resonate through the whole of the tree, like it resonates through me? - For some reason I’ve been having to interact with more homeless or panhandler types than ever before.
I always wonder why they approach me in the first place.
I guess it has something to do with the perception of shared struggle or something.
I’ll probably never figure it out, but it could be something like that. Regardless, it never lasts very long.
The dirtleg sees the guy on crutches as some sort of kindred:
“Hey man, can you give me a couple of bucks, so I can get my car going?”
“No sir, I can’t. I don’t have any cash on me.”
(Actually, I have about $50 in my wallet)
“Okay, brother, thanks anyway.”
“Sorry, sir.”
(I just want to go home.)
{From a block away}
“******* crippled *******!”
(I can still hear him.)
I imagine wiping his blood off of my crutch before I get in the car.